Accident History: Part 5

That largely sums up my major surgical moments, at least initially. Although I had a variety of other minor procedures during my 55-day tenure in the neural ICU, I was unaware of or am simply unable to remember them. (That's not to say that I "remember" any of my tangible procedures from my time spent in the ICU. I have a vague remembrance of several minor, non-surgical procedures, but the vast majority of my hospital time is forever lost to me. I do remember several nurses, especially those who spent time with me towards the end, but much of my time-served is only remembered in the hallucinatory shades of ICU psychosis.)

I've also lost vision in my left eye as a direct byproduct of my traumatic head injury, and because my optic nerve itself was damaged and beyond self-regeneration, my only plausible hope of restoring binocular vision is through embryonic stem cell therapy, which is, to say the least, in an embattled state here in the U.S. (I don't think I need to rant about my position on embryonic stem cell research and the ethics of its implementation here. Suffice it to say that I am a major proponent and scorn the effort's of this current administration and its associates to undermine its advancement here in the United States.)

The long and short of my hospitalization is this: after spending nearly two months in a hospital bed and embodying the fallible nature of probability, I was discharged to an inpatient rehabilitation facility to begin my next step on the "road to recovery."